Labyrinth of Desire

5 - Baldy

Angelina's POV

I make it back to the bar before anyone notices me and take a seat. This time, a female bartender approaches me from behind the counter.

"What could I get for you, Hunny?" she says with a thick accent and a genuine smile.

"Could I please have a gin and tonic? Actually, make that a double gin. You can put it on a tab, and make sure to keep them coming," I smile back.

After a short while, she returns with the drink, and I down it in seconds. I feel multiple sets of eyes on me from around the room, but I couldn't care less.

I don't know what drink I am on - four? Eleventeen? Nooo, six, maybe seven? I just can't stop. I need to calm my nerves; it has been a stressful past few months and year, hell it's been a stressful life.

I really need to chillax. Ha, who even says that anymore? Chill-ax. I see people look at me again, only this time, with confused and judgemental expressions. Did I just say that out loud?

Leaving my empty glass on the bar counter, I head straight for the dance floor, completely forgetting about everything.

Once I get onto the dance floor, there is a very sensual song playing, which makes me close my eyes and dance to the beat of the song very slowly.

I have never been this drunk before, but I know it isn't illegal, the legal drinking age here in Italy is 18.

The only problem is that I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Oh, shit, how am I even going to get back to the apartm-

My train of thought is interrupted when someone comes up from behind me and grabs my waist stopping my movements.

I look to my side to see a bald man that is in his forties, pressing his front to my ass and sliding his hand up and down my waist, then to the front of my thigh, way too close to the hem of my dress.

It doesn't look out of place because people are making out left, right, and centre, and it is super crowded, so not many people notice that I don't know him.

"What the fuck!?" I shout and smack his hand off me. I turn around to face him in an attempt to step away and make sure he doesn't follow me, but he only pulls me back and puts his hand on my lower back.

"Get off me, you perv!" his yellow-toothed smile turns into a smirk and he brings his head to my ear.

"Pretty ladies like you shouldn't be here getting drinks alone; they should be in my bed with me." He whispers, the smell of alcohol evident in his breath.

He definitely messed with the wrong woman and on the wrong day.

Sure, I am drunk, but I am sober enough to beat his even drunker ass. Is that even English?

I decide to play dumb and innocent, just to get to him. I look at him seductively and nod my head when he tells me to come with him.

He drags me to a secluded area, which I assume is VIP due to the scarcity of people, and blocks off the entrance.

He finds a booth and takes a seat while I scan my surroundings, staying on high alert, for the guys from earlier.

I want to follow them when they leave the club; they look important, mafia important. They could give me a lead on my family.

After all, this is a mafia-owned club. Leonardo Rossi owns it; it is one of his more upper-class clubs.

There are likely gang leaders all over this place.

I go to sit down next to him when I am suddenly pulled onto his lap.

Annoyed, I make sure to wriggle a lot to get him all riled up. He lets out a groan of pleasure as I 'get comfortable'. I almost throw up on the spot.

"Men are blinded by their hormones when it comes to young women; that's when they become weak," I remember my mother's words from our late-night talks; that's just what I want.

"Baby, listen, I'll join you in your bed tonight; if you lead me to your place, then," I pause, turning to him, giving him fuck me eyes

"I'm all yours," I say as seductively as possible, trying my best not to cringe at my own words.

Eww, Lina, eww.

A sly smile masks his face, and he places his hand on my hip, and I feel something hard under my leg. He puts his glass down to stand up and right then, I make my move.

I elbow his nose and stand up as quickly as possible as he falls back into the booth.

"How many young girls have you harassed, huh?"

He pulls out a gun from the holster under his grey blazer. As soon as I see the gun, I break the glass on the table and stab his arm with one of the shards, getting hold of his gun.

I am ready to shoot him with his weapon, but right before I can pull the trigger, I hear a gunshot go off.

Out of instinct, I drop the gun to the ground, cover my head, and close my eyes.

People scream as they run around me, moving away from the man whose name I don't know and to the exit.

I open my eyes and check myself for any injuries before looking up, only to see that the creep of a man, who I've decided to call Baldy, is leaning against the booth on the floor with blood dripping down his arm.

Before I can do anything, Baldy raises the gun which he got when I drop it, and aims for my chest. He fires it, and I don't move. I calculate the accuracy of his aim, and because he is aiming with his injured arm, the chances of his shot being off are very high.

The bullet only grazes past my shoulder, but then he immediately shoots again; this time, the bullet lands in my right arm, and when I look down at my arm, only then do my senses kick in.

Should have moved asshole

It hurts like a bitch, and I am on the verge of screaming, but the force of the bullet causes me to fall to the ground, the impact making me knock my head, hard.

"Ah-ow!" I say, caught off guard by the sudden hit to my head. I see a figure moving closer to me and the man; I try to sit up as fast as possible, but then suddenly I hear two more gunshots go off, but not at me.

Before my vision goes black, I squint my eyes, recognize a somewhat familiar face coming up to me, and crouch down to my level on the floor.

"Alessio?" I manage to say with all my strength. "Oh my god, it is you," he whispers in shock, with a thick Italian accent. And then the lights go out.

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Did Lina find her brothers??
I hope you have a fantastic day/night 😛

Sorry for the wait, I've been away from my laptop for a few days

Word count: 1214

N. J.